Hidden in shadows of light, when the curtain's pulled looked at with eyes
sayings all, about direfulness Should have preferred the comfort of
nondisclosure Slayed by pre-existence
Sweetheart, come here, touch
me, I'm still me the making of lies is not all to decline I've been
there I've touched it don't neglate my mind, do trust it what's sacred
to you has been put through my spine
Waiting for the verdict inwrought
with secrecy generative thoughts, from another dying bred: All we see and
all seem is but a dream and darkness weaves with many shades Sector
senseless, your stagnant
Unabashed Illdisposed a shapeless ghost
convoking me
Inside the church of nonbelievers I find
myself peacedecievers, my private hell All the answers layed down to
me by higher power showing ways to victory
Deficient as a heathen, in
terms of fortitude singing out the dirge relieving me for you All we know
just goes to show our inner glow and darkness weaves with many
shades sector senseless, your stagnant
Her gracious smile at
mine
Sweetheart, come here, touch me, I'm still me the making of lies
is not all to decline I've been there I've touched it don't neglate my
mind, do trust it what's sacred to you has been put through my spine